My Hero… my dad…

Ten days ago I walked into my dad’s house. He was in his chair, napping as he does, but something told me he wasn’t just asleep. I called out to him and said “Hey, Daddy, wake up, I’m here.” But he didn’t move, so I called again, but nothing. Then I touched his cold hand and the back of his neck, tears running down my face as I yelled for him to wake up, but he didn’t. I sat down next to him and sobbed, my hands shaking until I had the presence of mind to call for help. The rest of the day was surreal and it didn’t help that it took hours for them to come and get him, because he looked like he was asleep. I kept looking over at him and waiting for him to wake up, with that groggy look on his face, and…